The fragments of the Mother Artemis Lunar Commemorative bottle were in the box behind me, but the woman in front of me, who nominally had subscribed to Legacy Engagement with me, only had her eyes fixed on Blake Harrison's expensive watch.
"This is a limited edition Richard Mille RM 88, there are only ten of them in the world. The scratches are very deep and the possibility of repair is very low. It is basically scrapped."
"Blake didn't lie to you. How are you going to pay for 2.3 million?"
Her eyes were cold, as if she was stating an objective fact.
As a family friend and childhood playmate, she didn't even ask me if I was injured or what was in the broken things in the box.
All she cared about was Blake's million-dollar watch and how I, the perpetrator, should compensate her!
She didn't even know the truth of the matter, but she just indiscriminately labeled me as the one at fault.
A surge of cold anger washed away the last bit of my patience.
It was not about the watch and the huge compensation, but about her attitude at that moment, about her complete disregard for my mother's belongings and her utter contempt for me as a person.
Thinking of this, I sneered and spoke,